Eighth.

[trustharder]

Seven in the morning comes and goes as it always does – namely, loudly and a little obnoxiously, given the usual blaring of the klaxons. Today marks almost a full eight weeks since the Survivors awakened in the Vault; more than enough time for people to get used to how things tend to work around here on Fridays, and yet not so long that there isn't any hope that maybe (maybe) this Friday will be better. The first-floor corridor is generally quiet, in that it's free of blood; however, there are some scattered books in the hallway, near the library. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it isn't. It might be good to make sure, though, right? >Explore?

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[penduli]

[ ...oh did he go looking for him? that is so sweet. reminder: yosuke is sweet.

and stan's words have him blinking for a moment before he smiles, relieved. ]

Thank goodness for that. [ THANK GOODNESS HE'S OKAY... not that someone tried to kill him. ]